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There are no cats in America

Moving to a new country is difficult but if you're a child it seems impossible. True, things had been terrifying with the bombings and soldiers and the news of that their government had been doing behind the country's back. Thirteen years old, but Albert still reads the news, still listens to the radio. Soon after they're on a boat, crammed in with other emigrants chattering in a cacophony of languages, pushing and shoving. There were other children, but mostly Albert opted to keep to himself, helping his mother but otherwise holed up in their tiny shared cabin and waited to see the spines of Lady Liberty's crown welcoming them to what his mother calls "a land of new opportunities". Albert, always a practical child, just hoped it would be a land of fresher air.

It's been a few months since then. They'd arrived at the start of summer with New York City sweltering. With his mother working two jobs and a little saved up, they'd managed to get a small fan and some other things for the little apartment, but despite the hardships they'd managed to make a nice little life for themselves in this new country. Their community on the lower east side is friendly and breathes of home in Dresden, or so Albert feels. He even made friends with the old man who runs the bookshop on the corner, his son having been claimed by the war on the side of the Allies. He'd also been named Albert, and the man would often reminisce in German and sometimes share the haribo candies he'd always have around. He may be the only friend Albert had made, but he was content with that.

Even so, as the weather turned colder and fall set in, Albert's mother enrolled him in school. Albert had always liked school back home, strict as it was, but here in America it seemed all the other boys were so loud and tall and frightening. He'd mostly stayed away from other children since arriving, but now he's been thrown in the front of a class and as the teacher pushes him to introduce himself to the room every eye is on him and he can't help but fidgit and look anywhere except at all the unfamiliar faces.

"Ha-hallo, I-I am Albert Heinrich..." He trails off, brutally self conscious at his accent and flushing a red which he knows reaches his ears. The teacher - Miss Jones - waits for an interminable moment to see if he'll say something else, then simply shoos him to an empty desk with some annoyance and begins to write the day's lesson on the blackboard. Safe for the moment, Albert sinks as low as he can in his seat and pulls his oversized newsy cap down around his ears in an attempt to hide the fact that they're still pink.

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"I am happy." He says it shyly and without eye contact, but it's the truth and it comes with a little snuggle of his cheek into Jet's shoulder. He'd thought Jet would be more boney; he had been when Albert had fallen asleep on him on the bus when they'd taken a class field trip to the Natural History museum a couple years ago, but time had passed since then and they'd both grown. Albert's been noticing that about Jet all night in spite of himself and he's still noticing it now.

"But I think..." He should stop being such a loser and sound cool, right? He should make Jet feel the same way he's feeling, safe and wanted. And God is he wanted. Sex is a big step when they'd only just confessed minutes ago but his body keeps thrilling every time Jet looks at him, let alone touches him and he's incredibly grateful for the thick comforter that lets him hide the thoroughly distracting problem.

Right, okay, sound cool. He looks at Jet, trying for a roguish grin and dropping his voice a bit to sound husky. "I think we'd be happier naked."

Only his voice cracks and he's too stiff and it all comes off as so childish and ridiculous that he bursts out laughing and has to stuff his face in the pillow so as to keep quiet and hide his complete humiliation. "Can we pretend I didn't just say that?"

Jet can't help but try and bury his own embarrassed laughter in Albert's shoulder. He appreciated the effort but that was so not Albert, it was just ridiculous. "Sure...no problem."

He took pity on his friend and leaned in to kiss him again, half for want of the contact again and half to distract as Jet threw the comforter around him on the floor and climbed under Albert's blanket instead.

He curled in close to Albert's side but then hesitated. Now that he could actually touch like he wanted, his nerves were ten times worse. What if he wasn't any good at this? What if they did this and Albert decided he actually didn't like it?

Jet swallowed the lump of insecurities and slowly brought his hands up to lightly touch Albert's chest, each brush of fingers gentle, but growing bolder with every centimeter gained. His hands curled at Albert's sides and he leaned in for another kiss, this time accompanied with a subtle shift that allowed him to rub their hips together. The feeling of Jet's already excited body in contact with the older boy 's sending sparks shooting through his lower half and then through the rest of him.

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Jet's touching him. Jet's touching him and it feels so perfect and warm to have those long fingers against his skin, calloused from playing guitar. Every nerve sparks where those fingertips brush, goosebumps rising and causing Albert to have to force himself to stay still not because he's nervous but because each shiver is so good he wants to savor them but they're mingling together with every slip of skin on skin.

Tentatively he brings his hands to Jet's sides as they kiss, carefully placing them just above the redhead's hips and letting each finger fall individually. The volume of him, the way Jet's body curves and contours seems to fit perfectly against the natural hollow of his palms, like that's where his hands belong. His hold tightens just slightly as Jet moves, pressing against him, rubbing against his already stiff length through their pants and dragging a soft and breathy moan of pleasure, marinated in want and hormones that forces Albert's face to turn brilliant shades again all the way to his ears.

Albert's moan gets a pleased hum in response and Jet's fingers continue dancing around that broad chest. He wanted to touch every inch of Albert, but he also wanted to get straight to causing more of those wonderful sounds. His thumbs found the older boy's nipples and circled around and over them while his lips moved to find that soft patch of skin just below his ear.

He was half working off guess and daydreams and half off things he'd seen mixed with some things Leo had shown him. All in all he hoped it was working. "Al...try and keep quiet."

The last thing they needed was for Albert's mother to find them.

Of course, Jet was hardly being helpful on that front when one of his hands slid down pale skin and slipped under fabric to gently curl around hard flesh with the sand care someone might handle something fragile.

Those fingers draw a rough gasp as they circle his nipples, Albert being forced to literally bite his lip as Jet's own work at his neck, sending a visible shiver up his spine and making him tense, his hands gripping perhaps a little tighter than they might normally on Jet's sides.

"Y-you're making it... difficult.." he breathes in a hissing whisper, trying desperately to keep his head from spinning and his volume low. He gasps again at Jet's hand, forcing him to hide his face in Jet's hair just at the feeling of any contact with his already twitching heat. He feels as if he might burn up and the intensity of it -- the fluttering in his chest, the feeling of Jet taking care of him, the nervousness that he'll do something wrong and wreck everything -- is completely overwhelming. "J-Jet I want to, I just... c-can we go a little slower? Please?"

He seems to shrink just a little, curling into Jet with red cheeks and an anxious expression lest Jet be disappointed. "I don't want to mess this up."

He pulls his hand back and moved both palms to Albert's back, his face burning at his own over-eagerness. "Yeah...sorry."

Jet paused, hesitating on what he should do, but also giving them both a chance to breathe. His lack of knowledge was painfully obvious to him and was making him falter. "I don't think you can...but I don't want to mess this up either."

He pressed in close again, just letting skin touch skin and their legs tangle together while his thoughts spun. A tiny frustrated part if him wondered if he shouldn't have just let Leo do what he was going to do so maybe Jet would actually have an idea of how this was supposed to go, but it got pushed aside easily enough with the visual of Albert still having come to find him only to find that instead. No he definitely wouldn't have wanted that, even awkward and hesitant, he preferred this.

His lips found Albert's in a gentle, slow kiss. "What do you want me to do?"

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"I don't know, but that feels nice." He keeps his lips close, hovering over Jet's so when he licks his lips out of nervousness his tongue accidentally brushes his friend's lower lip.

Eyes dropping closed, he presses in again, a slow kiss of exploration, trying different movements of his head and tongue to see what gets the best reaction. Albert's hands hesitantly also begin to move, palms running from Jet's sides and up his back, pulling the younger teen to him in an embrace to where he's certain Jet can feel his heart pounding in excitement. He hooks one foot behind Jet's ankle, pressing up bodily just enough so their hips meet again and his breath hitches; it's the hand that was too much right away. This, though. This is a slow and steady grind and it sends tingles through Albert from head to toe.

A small mewl of desire and pleasure escapes into the kiss and one of his hands slides down to grip at Albert's hip. He definitely didn't want that particular sensation to stop.

His other arm crept further up Albert's back so his hand could grab at his friend's shoulder and hold him close. One particular angle Albert experiments with has Jet responding a little more, deepening the kiss with enthusiasm but still laced with that care; a side effect of not wanting to go too fast again or make the older teen feel uncomfortable.

Once he had to break for them to breathe again, however, he doesn't go far, keeping close enough for their lips to brush still, but brandy eyes open to see Albert's face and he places a few more light kisses on and around Albert's lips.

"...I'm glad I decided to wait for you. Even this...just being close..I like this a lot more."

"You sound like a girl." He says it as a defense against the beats Jet saying so made his heart skip, against his face going a dark red again and his neck and ears going pink to match. He likes the attention, the way Jet focuses only on him, the way the redhead places his hands to be sure that they're comfortable. The way Jet makes him feel like something special. He likes it so much it's embarrassing and makes Albert just a little self conscious. Well, more than a little.

But he would still give anything for this night to last forever.

"I'm glad too." His face remains flushed but Albert forces himself into eye contact, looking up with silver eyes. "I think I was jealous even before I realized I was."

Albert reaches up to brush Jet's bangs out of his face and watch them fall right back in the younger teen's eyes, reveling at how the coppery sheen catches even the dimmest of light in the room. "It was a weird feeling."

Jet glared as his face rivaled his hair in color and had to bite back the instantly defensive 'Yeah and you sound like an ass' remark that sprang into mind. Putting his feelings out there to be seen and judged...it wasn't what he did and it made him feel ten times more vulnerable than Leo overpowering him had.

But he didn't think Albert was actually trying to make fun of what he was feeling...at least he hoped not, so he kept to his glare until he let his eyes fall to Albert's chin instead. At least until he felt that gaze on him and as much as part of him wanted to continue to pout, he sought out those silver eyes.

He leaned into the touch a bit as he tried to force the defensiveness out by focusing on what Albert was saying now instead.

"I think there might've been some part of me that was hoping you were...and I'm sorry about that. It's not exactly a nice feeling, like something's squirming in your chest and you want to be mad but you kind've can't be."

He looks away, his face only going brighter. "I only know cause...well, a lot of girls give you looks when you're not paying attention."

The last thing Albert is going to do is judge. It had been an expression of nerves and that's all. He nods in assent to Jet's description of that feeling of jealousy. Something uncomfortable and angry, and he hadn't even realized that's what it was until today. He'd always passed is off as anger that Jet was blowing him off with the secret knowledge that there was something lurking under that feeling that he couldn't describe. Now he can.

And now he doesn't have to feel it anymore.

What comes out of Jet's mouth next leaves Albert blinking absently, one eyebrow cocked and looking at Jet as if he'd grown a second head. "What? No they don't."

Jet's eyes snap back up to look at Albert, wholly unimpressed with that denial. "What part of 'not paying attention' were you missing? When you're eyeing someone and you don't want them to notice, it's not impossible to go unnoticed." Especially not with someone as self-unaware as Albert was.

Not that Jet was any better, but seeing as his build was a lot less masculine than Albert's, he didn't get looks like that too often.

"Remember when I said you're good looking? I'm not the only person who's noticed." His hands slid down Albert's back and then up it, tracing as he described and giving him something else to think about than that stray thought that maybe he still sounded like a girl. "You've gotten taller and you've got broad shoulders and a broad chest."

His hands slid back along Albert's chest to his sides and Jet leans in to kiss Albert's jaw. "And your jaw's strong and perfect for making all chicks swoon. Just cause your nose is so far in a book you don't notice, don't mean they miss it. ...And don't you dare make fun of me for noticing." Or he was definitely retreating back to the blanket on the floor. Probably.

He huffed. "The point is, I know what it's like to be afraid someone else might get there first and leave you with a snowball's chance in hell." And the frightening thing was that, had things not turned out the way they had, he probably would have sat back and not ever said anything, he would have watched as some broad won over his best friend's heart and then ran off with it and Albert in tow and Jet would have just given his support--so long as Albert was happy. That was all he wanted.

It never would have occurred to him to try his own luck when he wasn't even supposed to feel that way. For fear of losing that friendship, he'd never have been brave enough to even imply like Albert had done. It just made him curl even more into his friend's embrace and return it just that much more tightly. His lips found the skin over shoulders and clavicle and the hollow just at Albert's throat and decided to pay that attention rather than continue down that thought trail.

Listening to Jet describe him is bad enough but those hands starting to roam again and their hips shifting in gentle friction with each movement of the taller teen sends every word tumbling out of reach. He should say something, he knows he should, but all that comes out is a helpless, wordless pant.

He doesn't want to disturb Jet's progress, those lips and that tongue at his throat sending small tremors through him, but it seems suddenly urgent that he have his hands everywhere at once. He settles for running them up Jet's back, fingers curled and nails dragging ever so lightly across shoulder blades, not enough to leave any sort of mark but a possessive sort of gesture instead.

When Jet's lips and tongue find the dip in his collarbone, Albert shudders and hisses a breath through his teeth in an effort not to make noise, his hips bucking up against Jet's without conscious thought, just knowing that there's a warmth building there that wants to be sated. He breathes hard, turning his head into the pillow as another shiver rolls through his body. "Jet... Oh Scheiß..."

The nails grazing over his skin sends shivers down his spine and goosebumps crawling across his skin. The reaction he got from just that small attention to the base of Albert's neck is surprising and drags a gasp from him with the sudden increase of friction.

He was going to play it nice and explore carefully to see what kind of reaction he could get, but hearing Albert so undone and saying his name like that...he just needed to hear more of that.

He smirked mischievously into Albert's chest and dug his fingers into the other teen's sides to keep him in place. Then he shifted, tilting his face up just enough to apply the same lip and tongue attention to the lower part of Albert's neck, one long leg wrapping around the older boy's leg and hip to press their hips together even closer.

He knew he was walking a line here, it was entirely possible he'd push Albert too far and then he'd finish and they'd have to postpone their end goal to another time, but Jet was reveling in the sounds and reactions he could pull from his notoriously quiet best friend. Just knowing Albert was feeling like that because of him, wanted him because it was Jet...that was it's own kind of thrill and he couldn't get enough of it.

Albert's hands turn clutching as Jet renews his assault. The German squeezes his eyes shut, curling into Jet just a bit while still leaving his neck open for attention even though he knows it's getting him too excited. He doesn't want it to stop, doesn't want Jet to stop finding all the places that make him unravel in the younger man's arms, even if he does have to bite on his lip hard to keep from being audible.

His heart pounds so hard he's certain it will burst from his chest any second, but it's still somehow a good feeling, something right despite what the health teacher says. Arms curling behind Jet's shoulders, Albert hugs Jet to him, feeling the redhead rise with the movements of his own chest, plagued by heavy and hitching breathing. "J-Jet, I want--"

He's not sure what exactly, just that he wants, and whatever it is it's from Jet and Jet only. Or maybe that's it. The next words come out as a plaintive moan, soft to avoid being overheard through the thin walls but needy and desperate in how Albert slowly writhes under Jet as he speaks.

"Jet, I want you."

The desperate moan sends electricity through Jet's veins and he shifts to kiss Albert hard in response. He can tell Albert wants him in the way his body reacts to the red-head's touch and the sounds his friend makes under Jet's attentions, but to hear it so plainly stated is something entirely different, something intoxicating. He's not used to being wanted and if he had to chose only one person to want him ever in his life, it would be the teen in his arms; his best friend.

The kiss softened and deepened as long fingers traced down Albert's body to carefully delve under the older boy's waistband again. His hand curls around hard flesh, but this time his grip is lighter and more gentle and the strokes he makes are slow as his hand slides from base to tip and back down.

His other arm curls behind a broad back as he moves his lips lower on pale skin, this time paying attention to Albert's chest and sternum. It's here he takes a moment to whisper soft words to his friend's skin, a secret he can't quite say to Albert's face but means just the same. "You have me."

A hungry gasp and Albert can't help but buck his hips into Jet's hand, driving himself against that grip without planned thought, only instinct. Whereas before Jet's hand there had been overwhelming and somewhat frightening, now it seemed right and everything he'd ever wanted. He shudders as Jet's soft words, his breath passing over fevered skin like a cool breeze but turning him warmer regardless, making his face practically glow with feeling.

He has Jet.

Jet has him, too.

Albert curls in a little, enough to reach Jet's lips and capture them haphazardly against his. It's an awkward angle and a sloppy kiss but the feeling is clear enough as he hooks his arms around Jet's shoulders in a possessive and loving embrace. He whispers into Jet's ear, mumbling for fear of being heard but close enough that it doesn't matter. "I mean... you can, um...ah..."

How does he explain it?

The arm around Albert tightens in response to that hold around him that made him feel warm and wanted and protect all at once, but he didn't stop his hand's movements. Even when Albert mumbled his fractured sentence into Jet's ear, the younger teen didn't stop, he just turned his face so he could kiss Albert and whisper back.

"If you can't tell me, then show me. You can do whatever you want, I just...want to make you feel good. I want to be close." He was afraid, afraid Albert wouldn't like it or Jet would mess up and Albert would change his mind or something, but if they could push past their embarrassment and work through it, maybe it would all be okay and they could stay like this together forever.

Maybe. It would be nice.

Show him? Somehow that's more embarrassing, thinking of Jet looking at him instead of just feeling with his hands, but maybe he could show by touch... the idea is thrilling and so he slides his hands from Jet's shoulders and hooks two fingers in the waistband of Jet's boxers, pulling them down inexpertly until he can reach his prize with a nearly audible swallow.

His touches are so gentle at first, more exploratory and curious than sexual. Jet's is longer than his but a little narrower, perfectly in proportion. With another nervous swallow and a pass of his tongue over dry lips, Albert shifts so he can take them both in hand at once, rubbing himself against Jet to see how it would feel. As it turns out, it feels amazing and Albert's eyes close in spite of himself, the German arching his back at the idea that he's able to do this with Jet, let alone how good it feels on its own.

Jet's hand had fallen away in anticipation of Albert showing him what he wanted to do, but then it clenched in on itself as Albert's hand began touching and exploring. This was new, this was different than anything he'd done yet and it sent a thrill through him separate from the sensations of the older teen's hand on him.

But the sensations from those touches doubled as their lengths touched and rubbed together. "Albert..." His friend's name was more of a gasp and he quickly ducked in to steal another kiss in an attempt to muffle the pleasured sounds trying to escape him.

His hand unclenched itself and found a tight hold on Albert's hip instead while the other snuck in-between them to also wrap around them both and help with what Albert was doing.

Jet's hand on his hip keeps them pressed together while both hands pump and shift awkwardly, trying to achieve the same purpose but getting in each others way and yet it doesn't matter. In fact, it makes it better somehow with just how frenzied the pursuit of friction becomes.

This kiss only improves things further, Albert's breath hitching in Jet's mouth as he bucks his hips up unconsciously, his free hand swinging up to bury fingers in Jet's luscious red hair, his own silver mane sticking at angles up from the pillow for all the movement. When they finally breach for air, Albert's panting hard, his chest heaving. "Jet... I want to see, I want to sit up."

He removes his hand from Jet's hair so he can try to prop himself up, legs awkwardly finding their way around Jet as his silver eyes trail to their exposed selves, one hand from each of them tangled and moving to send thrills up Albert's spine and do nothing to slow his breathing.

For his part, Jet didn't think he could look, but he didn't stop Albert from doing what he wanted. His hand kept its pace as best it could considering the awkward movements of their hands trying to work together but also just getting in each other's way.

Instead, he took advantage of Albert shifting to attach his lips over the German's nipple and began sucking and licking at it and the pale skin around it.

A part of him wanted more than this, wanted to go further and do more and be closer to Albert like he'd intended with Leo. He wanted that with Albert...but this was nice too and a part of him didn't want to stop. Besides, if he had his way, this was hardly going to be their last night together.

Adding the look of it to the feel of them together is nearly too much for Albert on its own but Jet latching his lips to his already erect nipple sends the older teen flopping back into the pillow, breathing as if he's running for his life. "Oh Gott...!"

He bites his own fingers, trying to keep from saying any more even as his other hand keeps pumping. He's not certain he could stop if he wanted to and lord does he not want to. But that's the kicker, he's so close but he doesn't want it to end yet, doesn't want to end up a shuddering loathsome mess and have Jet see that.

Albert's hand slows and he tries desperately to master himself, but Jet's lips and tongue on his chest make it nigh impossible. "Jet, I'm-- I don't want--!"

Jet's fairly far gone himself when he finally notices Albert's hand slowing and he makes an effort to slow his movements as well until they finally came to a stop, though his hand stayed curled around them both.

With some amount of reluctance, his mouth pulls away and he moves back up the other teens body to kiss at the corner of his mouth, his own breathing erratic as well.

"You want to stop? ....what do you want to do, Al?" It wasn't said with any accusation, merely desire both for the boy next to him and from a want to please his friend. He could tell Albert was enjoying himself, so why did he want to stop?

"I-I..." His face burns red and he turns to hide it in his pillow after he returns Jet's kiss with a peck, trembling a little from just how much his body reacts to even the simple air of the room, much less Jet's hand still making minute movements. "I don't... want to finish yet..."

He wants something more but he can't even fathom what that would be. He hadn't even really considered the logistics of sex with another man before today. How is he supposed to know how to put in words other than 'more'? His face turns brighter shades in the meantime while he tries to think, still panting and twitching under their shared blanket.

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